GUYS DID YOU HEAR PERMANENT VACATION AT THE FIRST SHOW OF ROWYSO? I HEARD IT ON YOUTUBE. SOMEONE POSTED IT THERE. GO LOOK IT UP AND LISTEN TO IT OMF IT GIVES ME LIFE.

Anyway, this chapter is more of an inside look at Michael's twisted little mind, so It's a bit different, I guess?

I hope you guys enjoy it, here you go!

•Michael•

Luke fucking Hemmings. What the fuck am I going to do with this bitch bowl? Fucking murder him. Fucking murder him is what I'm going to do. He can't fucking run off like that. It fucking scares the shit out of all of us. He knows the fucking baby of the band and we have a fucking responsibility to fucking take care of his ass.

But I'm also fucking worried that he'll fucking hook up with some girl if he gets drunk enough, and I know he likes Brielle, and she likes him, so if she found out he fucked a girl while drunk, it will break her heart. She won't trust him anymore and she won't talk to him. It will break him.

I need to fucking find this idiot.

" What the fuck!" I whisper to myself, walking into a club and seeing Luke, drunk as fuck, letting girls grind and rub on him and shit. I walk up to him, maneuvering through the girls, them walking away because I made them stop. I grab Luke's wrist, and start walking towards the exit.

" No!" Luke groans, trying to pull away from me.

" Shut the fuck up and stop fighting me." I state, pulling him through the exit door.

" What's your fucking problem? Can't I have some fun?" Luke whines, leaning against a brick wall for support.

" My fucking problem is that you're going to fuck up. You're making a big mistake here, Luke. I'm not trying to ruin your fun, we all just want you safe." I tell him.

" You don't seem to care about goddamn safety when you're fucking your boyfriend and pushing me and Calum away! You guys obviously don't care what the hell I do, because you let me get here and fuck a girl before you finally came! Just fucking let me live my life and stop treating me like a baby!" He yells, and I see pure fury in his eyes. Before I can even process what he said, he puts his arms up and shoves me, making me fall to the ground.

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